The sun had only moved a small distance in the sky, from barely kissing the tops of the distant mountains to barely peeking above them, but Diarmuid felt that in that time, the entire world had shifted beneath his feet.
Sir Ollie had started simply enough, speaking of the coven's current work, which included clearing fallen trees and marking out paths to build what he called an 'Enchanted Grove.' To Diarmuid, however, it didn't sound very different from building a Prayer Garden, much like the carefully landscaped gardens that dotted the Holy City, giving people a place to find peace and pray under the light of the sun and stars rather than under the roofs of the temples.
It felt almost mundane, and when the young witch followed it up by talking about searching for the best cookware for the coven's new kitchen, and how excited he was to plant herb gardens near the coven's tower, Diarmuid found himself smiling and nodding.
